February 11th, 2007
So, how was your weekend? Mine was just fine, thank you.
Friday night was GNO (Girls Night Out) , even though we stayed in at a work friend’s house, I was out of my house, so it counts. She’s just made the conversion from a downtown city girl to the life of a suburban mama; transitioning well I might add. He brand spankin’ new house is so gorgeous, I am in the bowels of jealousy, BIG time. It’s everything that I love, and already she’s done a fantastic job of getting it organized and prettied up. I’m not surprised though, and you wouldn’t be either if you knew her. She’s borderline OCD with her organization; to the point where she gets all hot and sweaty if something it out of place (okay, almost that bad). She does have her own label maker, that’s got to tell you something, right?
Anyway, every time we have a bitch fest get-together at her house, I feel an overwhelming urge to come home and clean. Weird, I know. Maybe it’s the fact that you could eat your lunch off her kitchen floor, hell, even her bathroom floor; but every time I come home, I want a cleaner house. This time was no different.
First thing Saturday morning I had an urge to declutter and clean. It started in my bedroom and worked it way to the basement. There was no particular area that was safe; everything had something wrong with it. But, now, I think I have satisfied this urge for the time being (right now, because I’m tired and getting distracted). I’ve spent about 8 hours or more cleaning over the past two days but feel only slightly better. I need more baskets for storage.
I am a basket freak. Ask Mike, he will vouch for me. Though everything is cluttered and messy most of the time now, I can always find a need for more baskets. Must make a trip to Winners for more baskets.
Damn friends with clean houses. Damn you!
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